Buster likes to break up the monotony of family life by sharing his vast knowledge with me.
Some of his wisdom I assume he picked up in Kindergarten: “Five plus five is 10.”
Some I hope he hasn’t: “I know two bad words. Wanna hear ‘em?”
The other day he explained a hierarchy to me out of the blue: “It goes like this: baby, kid, big boy, daddy, grampa.”
“So, what will I be when you’re a daddy?” I asked.
Without hesitation: “You’ll probably die.”
Well, that’s that then, isn’t it?
Since it’s Thanksgiving time, I decided I’m going to spin this episode toward Thankfulness.
You may wonder, “How exactly do you expect to manage that?”
I’m gonna tackle this blogger style – by linking to an old post. That’s how.
In this post from five years ago, Big Brother told his friend I was already dead. So you see, this new development is quite a reprieve for me. I am very thankful to have had these five years on Earth, and maybe several more, depending upon the length of Buster’s “big boy” phase.
In fact, I’m downright optimistic now. Having gained years of life between Big Brother and Buster, I expect by the time Big Man is heard I’ll be ready to live forever.
It appears I have a long life ahead of me, albeit among rotten children who anticipate my demise (joke’s on them when they see their legacies), and that, on balance, is something to be thankful for.
Amen, Scott. Happy Thanksgiving to you, the wife and your so-smart fellas.
Thanks Mark. And a Happy Thanksgiving to your wonderful family.
He only knows two bad words? Consider yourself blessed! Happy American Thanksgiving to you & your family!
He’s only releasing two bad words at this time. It’s best to spread out the shock value. Thank you – we completely missed Canadian Thanksgiving again this year.
Happy Thanksgiving, Scott & family. 🙂
Thank you. Here’s hoping you had a happy holiday as well.
Will a certain kids gandsister be joining you on this momentous occasion of celebration, not only of Thanksgiving but of your gratefulness in still being alive?
We’ve got to find her first. The records are sketchy at best.
That could definitely be a tough one especially since Thanksgiving is over for now.
Yeah. There’s that.
A Happy Belated Thanksgiving, Scott. Glad to know you’ve had 5 extra years on this earth. What a “blessing” that is all by itself! What kids don’t say. LOL 🤔
Thanks, Amy. Hope you had a good holiday. Once you’ve dodged the reaper, every day is a blessing.
Scott is dead! Alive? Uh… LONG LIVE SCOTT!
Imagine how confusing this Limbo must be for me.
It must be scary not knowing whether you’re bound for heaven, or if your ultimate destination might be the netherworld. Probably doesn’t help that your fate is resting in the hands of someone who hasn’t quite reached the double-digit age either. Then again, knowing that your fate rests in the hands of one of your own children, there’s always the chance you might be destined to spend the afterlife at a Toys R Us! If it comes to that, hopefully, the lines won’t be all that long. 😀
Hmmm. Hell or Toys R US? At least Hell is financially solvent.
LOL! Yes, that’s probably true. 😀